HOW THE BRAIN WORKS

Like a peony. Full white blossoms,heavy and damp with the scurryingof insects. From this comes language:Morning sun. Afternoon shower. This, that.It gathers to fit in open palms, heart shapethat wants to carry one flower as faras it has to, as fast as it’s able, to the darkoak table, the red cut-glass bowl.The ants will drop and crawl to the windowsill.Soft petals will brown and slime,fall down to re-enter the earth.And the brain says, happy.The brain says, do over, do over.